Have you ever been weary? You log onto your social media account and see all the bickering, infighting and moral confusion. You go to work and tiptoe through political landmines. You go home and hope to find it peaceful. You go to the mailbox hoping for an unexpected check only to find an unexpected bill. You might be weary today.
“Is there a doctor anywhere? Please, we need a doctor! Someone is not breathing!” These are not words anyone wants to hear. I was seated in an airport waiting for my assigned boarding time to arrive when chaos erupted. I began to pray while the walkway quickly congested with onlookers who watched him lay there. Thankfully someone arrived to administer CPR but 15 minutes later the chest compressions were still ongoing while they found a way to transport him to an ambulance.
Today has been an interesting day. The low tire pressure light came on in my car. The folding machine in the office broke. The part that controls projection in the sanctuary broke. Three people are headed to the hospital. A church that I met with had several things break. Even though I don’t believe in bad luck I am wondering if I mistakenly walked under a ladder! Ever have one of those weeks when everything breaks?
“Be holy like I am holy” - God
If you are like most folks, you may be scratching your head. This is a pretty heavy comment that requires our careful consideration. Please don’t toss this God-quote out due to the perceived impossibility of the command. Take a quick journey with me and discover that God, by the power of his holiness and grace, can make the impossible possible in you.
Emotion floods my soul. When faced with the incredible Holiness of God you cannot be left untouched. I look in the mirror and, while being aware of the man I have become, I am aware of the man I have yet to become. Oh, to see more of Jesus when I look in the mirror.
When I lived in Albuquerque, New Mexico I was honored to know a man named J.B. Duke. He was a strong but gentle Christ-follower who loved to drive a red Ford truck. He would take a couple of us pastors on an annual quail hunt in the eastern desert farmlands of the state and there we would see how the desert, sand-filled winds can impact the homes, cars and trees. If you saw a tree in the middle of the desert you knew it earned the right to stand there, even if it looked tired and worn.
